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Billy, baby... we know.

#I saw the original and... how could I not?#billy hargrove #dishy edits

And then it kills you

Billy at 25 finally tracking down his mother... only to find she started a new family... and then ditched them too. He has a 15 year old half-brother and their mom bailed on him when he was 9.

imsodishy

since this is back in my notifs in case anyone is interested to know I actually wrote it

#dishy writes

flopstat

sure whatever you say, beautiful

#sam reid

rigginsstreet

was thinking the other day about an idea of billys mom always being flaky but he repressed all those memories and only remembered the good times with her

and neil brings it up in an argument one day after billys been idolizing her, like "your mother used to run off on you all the time. sometimes she'd be gone for weeks! she never gave a shit about you!"

and billys initial instinct is to argue back and defend his mom, neils just lying like he always does, trying to hurt him

but then later when billys alone he starts remembering parts of his childhood where his mother just seemed to have vanished. and there was always an excuse about her being away for work or visiting family or something that made sense to billy at the time but now that he's really thinking about it.... she never had a job that required travel. and why would she spend weeks on end with family that billy never met....

and billy comes to the horrible conclusion that his mother isnt the saint he built her up to be all these years. the signs were there the entire time that she would leave him, in retrospect he shouldnt have been so blindsided. but he was a kid. what did he know.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove's unnamed mother

garagepaperback

fic: american motor over smoldered field pairing: hollanov tags: catfish au

The play is very, very obvious. Ilya has spent most of his life wanting to be away from it, and to do that, you need a lot of money. The man in front of him has a lot of money, and better yet, a deep appreciation for the muscles that make up Ilya’s stomach. Ilya wishes he had the texts in hand, thick, soft pieces to feed back into his frowning mouth. Remember? When you said: I like you so much, and god I feel crazy and Fuck me, fuck me harder, more, god you feel so big, so good. I can feel you—please, you’re going to make me come. Please can I come. Please, Ilya. Always, they beg. Ilya is happier than he thought possible to fit in one body.

read it on ao3

#heated rivalry #fic